If Pictures Could Speak Poem by R.F Heffernan

If Pictures Could Speak



A woman, skeletal and gaunt
Peers out from the flaking canvas,
Her dress faded emerald
And her dark locks pulled tight in a bun.
If pictures could speak,
She’d say, “The fairest rose at last has withered.”

A boy, fresh faced and young
Yet crying tears of sorrow,
Sits alone beside a vast grandfather clock,
Inside his mahogany frame.
If pictures could speak,
He’d say, “The one who goes is happier than those he leaves behind.”


A man, proud and strong,
Head held high in honour,
Breathing steadily under the thick dust,
Gazing around in the anticipating silence.
If pictures could speak,
He’d say, “Give peace a chance.”

An old woman, a wife, a sister
Smiling sweetly through her wrinkled face,
Her peeling gold frame as old as time
Yet still as intact as her smile.
If pictures could speak,
She’d say, “Nature never gets old.”

Every emotion captured the moment felt,
Every gesture etched to preserve it’s memory,
Every portrait standing the test of time,
To tell it’s silent story.

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